This shithole town, like a horror movie
My mama served the midnight coffee
From the trucker hats, to the Fleetwood Macs
That old gas station sound
I'm gettin' out, I'll be a dancer
Or a porno star, or a taxi driver
At a flower shop, at the weed dispenser
I'll be the good doctor in town
'Cause I'm moving to California
I'm gonna make myself a name
You got two fists full of money
Make it rain
They say the brave have fortune's favor
I haven't it made 10,000 dollars
Eight second-ride, just close your eyes
And make your parents proud
'Cause I'm moving to California
I'm gonna make myself a name
You got two fists full of money
Make it rain
I'm gonna be somebody's fetish
This girl ain't got no shame
You got two fists full of money
Make it rain
'Cause I'm moving to California
I'm gonna make myself a name
You got two fists full of money
Make it rain
I'm gonna be somebody's fetish
This girl ain't got no shame
You got two fists full of money
Make it rain